As long as she had enough money, Lilith believed she could keep up the act—even in Aetherion, no one would suspect a thing about her "illness."
If she could just make it through this, she'd marry Emmanuel, have his kids, and they'd spend the rest of their lives together. No one could take him away from her.
She turned her head, watching Emmanuel with soft eyes. His eyes were closed, resting, long lashes casting shadows, his perfect nose straight, and those thin lips—he was the complete package.
He was hers. She had to have him.
Private Hospital, Aetherion
The moment they got off the plane, Emmanuel dropped off their luggage at his villa and rushed her straight to the hospital.
Luckily, only patients were allowed in the exam room. Lilith let out a quiet sigh of relief.
